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@mythologicalnet  Spring Deities Event {2/3}

Flora  ➳ ➳ ➳  goddess of flowers and of the season of spring – a symbol for nature and flowers. While she was otherwise a relatively minor figure in Roman mythology, being one among several fertility goddesses, her association with the spring gave her particular importance at the coming of springtime, as did her role as goddess of youth

Sita  ➳ ➳ ➳  central female character of the Hindu epic Ramayana and daughter of King Janaka of Videha and his wife queen Sunaina. elder sister of Urmila and cousins Mandavi and Shrutakirti. consort of Hindu god Rama  and is an avatar of Lakshmi, goddess of wealth and wife of Vishnu. esteemed as a paragon of spousal and feminine virtues for all Hindu women. known for her dedication, self-sacrifice, courage and purity.

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I was reading about creepy Native American legends because I love creepy/morbid stuff and I was pretty surprised there was nothing about Stone coats

Brief background:
Stone Coat (Atnayalho in Oneida) is a rock giant in Iroquoian tribes. In some tribal traditions there is only one Stone Coat, while in others, there is a whole race of them. Stone Coats are descibed as being about twice as tall as humans, with their bodies covered in rock-hard scales that repel all normal weapons. They are associated with winter and ice, and they hunt and eat humans. In some legends Stonecoats were once human, and became cannibal monsters as a curse punishing them for evil deeds, like the Windigos in Ojibwa mythology. In other legends Stonecoats were never human, but were a tribe of primordial man-eating monsters.

[F]rom the 10 million [indigenous people] that once inhabited North America, after four centuries of settler invasion and rule there were in 1900 perhaps 200,000-300,000 surviving descendants in the U.S.A. That was the very substantial down-payment towards the continuing blood price that Third-World nations have to pay to sustain the Euro-Amerikan way of life.

So when we hear that the settlers “pushed out the Indians” or “forced the Indians to leave their traditional hunting grounds”, we know that these are just codephrases to refer politely to the most barbaric genocide imaginable. It could well be the greatest crime in all of human history. Only here the Adolph Eichmanns and Heinrich Himmlers had names like Benjamin Franklin and Andrew Jackson.

The point is that genocide was not an accident, not an “excess”, not the unintended side-effect of virile European growth. Genocide was the necessary and deliberate act of the capitalists and their settler shocktroops. The “Final Solution” to the “Indian Problem” was so widely expected by whites that it was openly spoken of as a commonplace thing. At the turn of the century a newspaper as “respectable” as the New York Times could editorially threaten that those peoples who opposed the new world capitalist order would “be extinguished like the North American Indian.”

—  Settlers: The Myth of tne White Working Class (1989)
Mythologies + Summertime feelings

Zeus: The rumbling of thunder in the middle of the day. A hot sunny day suddenly devoured by rolling clouds and the feel of a cool breeze indicating the arrival of a storm. The first droplets of rain falling upon your face, bringing strong humidity afterwards, and with it the return of the sun once more.

Chalchihuitlicue: The glistening of a river, lake, of stream by the midday sun. The bounty of creatures attracted to a body of water by a drive to survive. The shrill yet consistent cawing of seagull colonies flying above a brilliant blue ocean and perching and nesting on rocky cliffs. The sounds of rolling waves smashing against rocks compared to the daily resurgence of the calm tide at the mercy of the of the force of the moon. Nightfall brings with it the croaking of frogs, barely visible in the reeds by the riverside, and footprints in the sand washed away by the tide, memories dragged into the sea.

Dionysus: Teens sneaking out of their parents house to attend late night summer parties at their friends houses. Innocence, curiosity, and excitement in the faces of those teens as the wine is brought out. Parents recording their children’s performance in a quaint summer camp play. A pastor preaches ecstatically about their religion as they sweat in their suits, and a group of fans squeals wildly at a concert performed at by one of their favorite stars. A mother who has finally put her baby down for a nap, raiding a hiding spot for her bottle of “special juice”, which turns out to be wine, or a group of friends kicking off their shoes after a long, hard day at work and pouring some wine for each other, getting drunk and forgetting their worries of the world for just one night.

Chang'e: Finding the perfect summer night to go stargazing. Celebrating that the hot summer day has now turned into a cool summer night. Gazing up at the clear summer night sky, feeling so empty yet so full at the same time. Staying up all night to celebrate the summer solstice aka the longest day of the year. Tracking the movement of the moon night after night and watching out for meteor showers. Taking moments to just enjoy the moon, and the calm night that comes with it.

Ra: The heat of the sun beating down on you on a sweltering and muggy summer day and beads of sweat rolling down your face. Flip-flops smacking against pavement on the days where the heat disposes of the need for shoes. The shadows cast around you, reflections of the movement of the sun through the sky. The feeling of the sun burning your arm, put up to protect your eyes from it’s harsh glare. Watching the beauty of a sunset from a high altitude, and smiling, knowing that the sun will come up tomorrow.

Aphrodite: Girls strolling upon a boardwalk, dressed in pretty and colorful sundresses made of floaty fabrics and bodies adorned with shiny jewelry. Brightly painted lips that part to reveal smiles as the girls giggle at a joke one of them told. Women of all ages, shapes, and sizes finding the courage to wear their bikinis to the beach or the pool on the first day of summer. Stolen kisses in the midst of night, and the chuckles of mischievous teens going skinny dipping in a nearby lake. Dates held at carnivals where hilarity is bound to ensue. The sharing of cotton candy and frightful screams of terrifying rides lost to the night, and one individual finally gathering up the courage to kiss the other at the top of the ferris wheel. Wild thoughts and rash decisions made in the name of love, that may or may not lead to regret in the fall. Trivial activities leading to the realization that summer will come to an end eventually, and then followed by the thought to enjoy it the best you can, for life is meant to be savoured, and so is love.

Anansi: Swatting off flies on a sticky summer day. Mosquito nets put up and screen doors being closed, protection from their constant biting. Itchy bumps and visible redness brought on by the relentless bites of various insects and arachnids. Spiderwebs flowing in the summer breeze, the unfortunate corpses of their prey left to rot in the hot summer air. Spiders of various shapes and sizes crawling up buildings and nesting in cracks and crevices, protection from the summer heat.

Demeter: Rolling fields of yellow grain, and tall green stalks of corn that seem to lose you in their cornfields. The sweat of farmers in faded denim overalls with rolled up sleeves toiling in the summer heat, harvesting their crops, and the shadows cast by their wide brimmed straw hats. Sinking your teeth into a soft roll of handmade bread prepared from the harvested grains while the elderly joyfully recount memories and life stories over freshly brewed beer, toasting to more memories to come.

Agni: The crackling sounds of dry wood burning in a campfire, sparks visible in the air, the small flame illuminating the night sky. The sounds of laughter as friends and family swarm around a neighborhood bonfire. The visible smoke from a forest fire ignited by the sparks of a small, unkempt flame. The savory scent brought on by the roasting of s'mores around a flame. The glowing embers of a dying fire and the ashes that are left afterwards, a symbol of what was once there.

Hermes: Familial dysfunction occurring during an hours long road trip. Poorly read maps and a malfunctioning GPS system. Little children crying over stolen toys. The hum of the wind and hair whipped around by it, caused by a car speeding down a highway. The sound of a lone car driving down an empty road. The crossing of state lines and the miles recounted. Postcards sent and received recounting tales of places visited and vacationed to. The sound of a car engine starting up once again, signalling a readiness for adventure.

Loki: Raucous laughter caused by a very audible joke. The sneaky giggles of friends planning a prank on another. Gasps of shock as someone is “accidentally” shoved into a pool. Playing with the gags at the jokes section of a toy store. Rolling your eyes at crude, unfunny, and/or distasteful joke. Mysteriously initiated water balloon fights that lead to everyone getting soaked. Clutching your sides and gasping for breath as your eyes tear up due to a joke that for some reason you found really funny. Getting cheered up by a friend who knows how to make you smile when you’re down. Remembering the importance of comedy through all the seriousness in the world, and knowing that sometimes, you just have to laugh.

Persephone: Walking through a field of flowers, all in full bloom, watching the butterflies, bees, and other pollinators flutter around, performing their built in duties. An odd couple sits under a tree to avoid the harshness of the summer sun, an imperfectly perfect match. Spending an hour plucking fresh flowers for your crush, inhaling their lovely scent beforehand and afterwards. Basking in the sun, flowers all around you, for summer is here, and it should be cherished for it will eventually come to an end.

the last design i had made for modern Minotaurs made no sense.. their clothes were dull and their anatomy was awful. so i redid them with enough research.

based on the ancient Greeks and Indian culture i figured that minotaurs would wear very loose clothes, like robes! they’re very peaceful too!

funfact: 

in Greek mythology because king Minos didn’t sacrifice the bull send by Poseidon, Poseidon made the king’s wife fall in love with the bull. then she went through all the trouble of letting a wooden hollow cow be made for her to climb into and have. and that’s how Minotaurs came to be. literally 

A List of Flood Myths

You may have learned or heard that the flood myth is one of the most common myths in the world. Cultures disconnected for thousands of years share surprisingly similar myths about the world drowning, and a person or a handful of people surviving and repopulating the world. Here’s a short list of some of those flood myths.

  • Gilgamesh flood myth of ancient Babylonia
  • Noah and the ark in Genesis
  • Masai mythology says all the rivers in the world flooded, but the gods warned two people to build a boat
  • One Indian myth written around 700 BCE says Matsya (the incarnation of Lord Vishnu as a fish) forewarns Manu (a human) about an impending catastrophic flood and orders him to collect all the grains of the world onto a boat
  • in Greek mythology, the Ogygian Deluge ended the Silver Age, and the flood of Deucalion ended the First Bronze Age
  • Nüwa, an ancient Chinese goddess, saved the world when floods and fires covered it after a battle between gods
  • in Finnish lore, Väinämöinen had a wound that bled so much the entire world flooded and people had to construct a boat to survive
  • Australian aboriginals had the myth of Tiddalik, a frog who was so thirsty he drank all the fresh water in the world. When animals conspired to release the water, it replenished the lakes, swamps and rivers
  • the Inca believed a flood around Lake Titicaca killed all but two, who repopulated the world

Type Moon Lore: The Nature of Heroic Spirits!?

(As spoken by Sherlock Holmes in Fate/Grand Order)

Holmes: 

Heracles and the witch Medea, as well as the other heroes of Greek mythology. Karna and Arjuna of Indian myth. Brave Celtic warriors and the legendary knights of King Arthur. The legendary paladins of Charlemagne, the giant-killing Beowulf. Raikou and the four Heavenly Kings which exterminated the Tsuchigumo. All these myriad myths and legends, and more, speak of the deeds of great heroes—Should you say that I was created by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, are those heroes not also the creations of others? 

Though I am a person of the same era as Doyle’s writings, most heroes of legend were retroactively shaped by history. For example, though Siegfried’s tale is said to have occurred with the 5th century as the backdrop by its origin, the Elder Edda, that collection of poems only came to be after the 8th century. Similarly, Karna and Arjuna are from legends of the 4th century BC that place their story as being in 5000 BC. Mister Golden, Sakata Kintoki, has many brave anecdotes attributed to him, but those were mostly stories created during and after the Edo period. Besides him, there are many other examples of Heian-era heroes in Japan whose stories were handed down in the early Edo era.

Holmes: 

Have you realized it? What difference is there between me, and the heroes of the past? Yes, we are mostly the same.

Guda:

But there doesn’t seem to be any evidence that you existed…?

Holmes: 

Evidence, hm. I see. Some may indeed say there is no proof that I truly existed in history. Certainly, there are no official records to show that I once resided at 221-B Baker Street….at least, the records became naught.

Mashu: 

So, you actually existed then… is that what you’re saying?

Holmes: 

It would be fine to say that, as far as it concerns me, but here, let us muddy the conversation a tad. Consider, those heroes other than myself. There have been almost no cases in which their existence could be proved from an anthropological or archaeological perspective. 

Neither remains nor DNA have been forthcoming. No conclusive evidence has been found, even in those places that are considered to be the tombs of these heroes of myth and legend. The Trojan War is amongst the few exceptions. Schliemann’s spectacular discovery proved that the Trojan War was historical fact. Prior to that, the records in the Iliad were thought to be nothing but fiction and legend. The same applies for the other heroes. Are most of them not characters from fictitious legend?

Mashu: 

If it’s about proof that they really existed, the other Heroic Spirits are in the same boat—

Holmes: 

Precisely. It is contrary to reason that I alone am considered a fictitious existence. More often than not, is it not the case that these unrecorded legends and myths are stories born from the minds of men? The world is not flat, but more approximating a sphere, and it is not carried upon the shoulders of the giant Atlas, as told in Greek mythology. 

Night is a natural phenomenon produced by the rotation of the Earth, and not the house of Nyx or other such myths. There are no records of the evil dragon Fafnir existing in the 5th century, and the legend of King Arthur was penned by Sir Mallory in later years. 

That is to say, the thing which we call this world is—

in the softest hours after midnight 
I recall our soft conversations, silent and
steady, slow with the lazy turning of 
the night. Your voice,in its 
carefully measured baritone, cloying with 
smoke rings and the bitter aftertaste
of remembrance,
And mine, of one
yet to know the world.
We spoke to the stars, and the age old Indian myth of 
the dead looking down from among them,
a timeless spectacle of lights,and moonlit
moments meaning much 
to melancholy mountaineers,
Of God, and religion and books I’d never be old enough to read;


I see the stars mapped across the skies
Like milestones in an empty stretch
Of black, pulled out around the world 
like saran wrap around a carefully packaged
lunchbox,count them in my head,
imitating your voice in my
head,a high-pitched garble instead-
I, a pale puppet of the past and you,
a watchman in the sky,
pallid,still, 
Until the light trembles so gently, I could cry.

—  Letters to my Grandfather